Phoenix Maplewood A record year for rainfall

The deer was seconds away, and Reek sprang from the undergrowth, launching himself at the deer's neck. She bunched her muscles and charged just behind him. She lowered her head, preparing to jump. Since Reek had the neck, she'd take the spine, making it easier for the others to kill it. She was a couple feet from the deer, paw pads pounding and kicking up the white powder. 

The does eyes were wide and rolling back in her head with terror. Her head was thrown in the air, and legs tense and stamping about the ground in a frantic attempt to escape. No luck for her. Laika leaped from the snow, sailing through the air and landing on the deer's back. Her bottom half was a bit off, slipping just a bit. She scrambled to regain her balance and sunk her claws into it's beefy shoulders. The deer thrashed, giving a buck, but the white wolf hung on, muscles straining with the effort. 

She had planned it before she jumped. Find the spot where the base of the neck's vertebrae was closest to the skin and strike. The she-wolf did just that, bending her neck, and sinking her pearly whites into the deer's flesh. The taste of blood was enough to get her stomach rumbling and she fought the urge to rip a chunk from the shoulder. 

The deer swayed this way and that, trying her hardest to rid her self of the wolves. Laika held tight, keeping her jaws locked around the spine. Blood trickled down the shoulder and ran down the doe's legs, dampening the grass she stood upon and dying it a deep crimson.